X-Ray Spex

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Set, breaking a Break in a half Dre told me spin it back We finna make It into some new shit that You ain't heard or Had, Where y'all at with it Gulf Coast, Cuban Toast, Guava Cheese, Palm Leafs, uh-huh GOLF Tee, Golf Whip, Slide Like Ski's on them Backstreets I can't complain about the pain, I treat dat shit like luxury I'm where you 'posed to be 44 all black euro slizzerеd across the beach Fuck them diamond piеces, who ridin' without them leases? I bet that this V Dub wagon gon' send em packing Who bout dat action? Get that paper then split them dividends Niggas be talking that, don't be about shit Run it up, who gone keep up? Tell them boys speak up, we in ya speakers Niggas clique-hopping, who is this? I don't know you better step Shut it down, know my rep My shit popping, ain't a threat Hypnotize em with the Specs X-Ray right through your vest Synthesizer on my chest, we do science with these tracks Niggas clique-hopping, who is this? I don't know you better step Shut it down, know my rep My shit popping, ain't a threat Hypnotize em with the Specs X-Ray right through your vest Synthesizer on my chest, we do science with these tracks Sipping Carpano, looking up autos You ain't gotta ask why I'm going full throttle Rock one gold tooth just like Eno Might do the whole front just like Sarge-O All these old niggas starting to Look so Hollow But we know the business Stuck to code while was niggas folding and they losing they digits No disrespect but I think it's time for a brand new Image All them Beatmakers in Sportswear need a brand new gimmick So sick of that 320KBPS, Change Move Diskettes on the Repress Came to Your Set but I must confess We heard your shit but we not impressed Fuck who talking, I bet dat they starving I hope they don't need we, ignore em completely My splits looking gorgeous, my smile covered in roses London bridges they frosted, while y'all fronted we flaunted ChangeSet we on Fenty all on my face, Vintage Jeans on my waist, Taste Champagne, with the Grand Mariner, back in the back in the days You was du-raged up trying to make waves I was trying to maintain Busting off raps, couple sacks for the petty change Address changed been tellin' you same Buy it and flip it, wrap it and ship it I was never one for tellin' folks my business But I know you see what we did with them digits We did on our own, nigga, why would we spit it? You niggas is trippin', I swear- Niggas clique-hopping, who is this? I don't know you better step Shut it down, know my rep My shit popping, ain't a threat Uh, yeah they thought we lost it, had to bring it back They fronted on us, they can't take that back We be in your scene chargin' double fees Broke some bread with some friends now them boys enemies Get up off of this-this, this ain't what you want this Pressure cook 'em, we's a BM Hunt 'em down, we bust his shit Hide the wisdom in the pain Fuck the fame, we want the real cheese Caught him sleepin', change the predic'